it all started the day before my birthday
going to see you, and knowing what was waiting for me when i came home from denver
crazy love, old blogs, and love letters
leave me lonely and cold in the middle of the day
it's the little sounds you make, that i wish were only for me
i can't touch myself from three months ago
i pled temporary insanity
and hope you don't think i'm a slut
i'm be permanently lonely with willie sitting on the hillside
watching the wind blow the grass full of patterns
goosebumps of memory fill my heart with heartache
i sit watching for the light from the hill
knowing you will come back
as monet paints the weeping willow i'm smiling at
my boobs are bigger my love smaller
and i'm only sweet to you cause i can't be sweet to him
your nothing special just like me
waiting for the needle to pull out
i want that clean paper running across my life
cross out the time line, washing me again in
hanalei bay
please help me to face the new tomorrows
would you kiss me?
if a. . . . double decker bus. . . . crashes into us. . . .
. . . .
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